Visions Of The Living Photograph

I tell you my friends

I'm telling you something that you've never even heard before

I'm stressed

I'm telling you that I need something to drink

I need some pills and some weed

Some xanax and some blue tylenol

Here we go

As above so below

Down at the show

Where the gerls come innocent and the gerls leave hoes

Those that luv to cuddle

And those that wear rings

Those that long to to grab my nuts

And those that luv to sing

Those on the speaker stacks

And those where the tally whacker whacks

And those that whisper sweet nothings

While laying on their backs

Those that are barflies

With crocodile tears in their eyes

Those that luv to drink

And those that luv to get high

Those that give me hugs

And those that give me Kisses

Please drop your panties and grant me 3 wishes

Those that love me and those that luv you

Those that luve monogomous and luv group sex to

Where the turntables spin like so many black holes

We were thrown down from heaven

We are the lonely souls

Where the gerls luv to run

So that they can shake their things

The wisest of wise men

Can suck my ding-a-ling

From the club

To the Shanty

To the house down below

Where the gerls come innocent and the gerls leave hoes

I'm telling you this

And I'm telling you that

While I'm riding atop the back of a black cat

when I heard you album

I thought it sounded like crap

The name of your band should be " knee deep in shat "

This is what i say

And this is where i sat

Beating in you skull

With a fucking baseball bat

Down yonder hithro

And over yonder way

MTV Sucks

And the shit on the radio is gay

Yes where we luv to romp

And where we luv to play

I'm a pimp like the government

And I always get paid

Where we sip the sinister syrup

And we sip the marmalade

The economy is dead dieing

It's dried up like doomsday

Smoking out with he that walks behind the rows

We're rolling legs of lamb

And we're rolling big toes

We suckle codeine

And we does from the vile

When you shake your booty

Oh how it makes me smile

With a shit eating attitude

And a shit eating grin

You can suck a fart out of my ass

Because even senators sin

Oh how many wars can we fight at 1 time

Where the worker makes a nickle

And the lawyer makes a dime

Yep Yep My Dear

Lemme get a sip of your water

I wont put my mouth on the bottle

Visions of the living photograph

Old e , redbull, and hennesy to

Where we ran with sluts

And where we ran with fools

With the most precious of jewels

Smoking newports and kools

Go and tell the devil that I broke all the golden rules

Where I listen to donald glaude

And I listen to judge jules

This is what I say

And this is what I said

Where the gerls pull down their panties

That are black , pink, & red

With the blackest of stockings

That were oh pulled up high

When I got her in the bed

Yes I could here her sigh

She saw my donkey dick

And said

Oh it is thick

She showed me where the babies grow

And then we smoked a little off a brick

This is what I know

And this is what I said

Bitch I luv you

Like god luvs those that raise the dead

Yep Yep My Dear

Ghetto Hoes Shake Your Jelly Rolls

Visions of the living photograph

At the state palace

Or at the space bar

With the parking lot posse

Drunk driving a car

Break out a philly and lets go smoke on a gar

Yes my dear darling

I'll help you with your bra

Oh how I luv you

And how I long to know you better

I've never tasted a pussy

That was sweeter or wetter

Some would call me a racist

And some would call me a pig

But those people are just jealous

Cause they know my records are the biggest of the big

Yep Yep My Dear

Somebody pass me a bottle of tussin

Where the vicks vapo rub is

Lemme get a back rub

Glow sticking in cosmic pools of jello shots

Ya'll know ya'll laid up in a hotel room

Renting a $100 worth of porn

Laid up in the shower beating your dick

The smell of cigarette smoke in the breeze

Dirty clothes all over the floor

The bathroom mirror making your face look all broke out and funky

If you ain't got the money to buy clothes to get into the club

You can always come to the rave

Ya'll sing the chorus with me now

You and I

I need another pill

I need another pill

If this luv is real

Give me some X pills

If this luv is real

That's the way them club slutz do it

Twizzler thongs and Cotten candy crotches

Fruit Roll Up panties

Pink handcuffs

Sippin' lemonaide in the shade